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By My Richie!
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Hello. It is a darned grey, damp day here in Welsh Wales, and I DO NOT like de grey! I want sun, a nice breeze and warm (not too hot), please. Why is no-one listening? ;D

Just to let you know my sis managed a walk as far as the corner shop, so she said she's feeling much better. We hope, therefore, to see HP very soon. I expect we'll be the last folks on lj to see it at this rate!

Getting on nicely with this Egypt - will start part 10 this morning, wherein Lij solves the crime, and everyone sits listening to how it was done, by whom, and why. I am amazed that I actually divined this before I got down to the writing of it - that does not happen; not for me, at any rate. Is happy.

My thoughts are with all our gals in NZ traipsing about Middle-earth, and having a whale of a time. Enjoy every minute, dear friends!

So, without further ado -



Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ladysunrope for beta. :D


Part 5


Lij was angry - very angry. "Ramose, would you be free to come to the inn with us? It is urgent, I assure you."

Ramose thought for a moment. "I could come with you, yes, sir. The engraving is finished, and the other tasks can all be done by my men. I will not be missed." A rare smile broke over his face. "An hour's freedom would do me good, too."

Lij smiled back. "Have you a lad who can run ahead of us to tell the epistates to meet us there? I hope he is in his office."

Ramose stood. "If you will excuse me a moment, I will send a lad, and change my garments. I cannot be seen in the street dressed like this!"

In a very short time he returned in a fresh tunic and damp hair. He had washed, Dom noted approvingly. Cleanliness was to be commended in all.

When they arrived at the inn, Aapet was waiting for them, drinking pomegranate juice. The messenger must have run all the way, Dom mused. Aapet stood as they entered, and bowed slightly.

"I was just returning to my office when your boy came, Ramose." He turned to Dom and Lij. "I can see by your face, sir, that something is amiss. What is it?"

"You will soon see. Where is that miserable inn-keeper. Ptolemy?" Lij yelled, and soon the landlord stood before them, quaking.

"Is there a private room where we may speak?" Dom asked, mindful of Ramose, standing uneasily beside him. He would not wish details of his private life to be bandied about the inn.

Ptolemy led them to a small room with a table and stools in it, and shut the door. All waited for Lij to speak, for it was seen that he was mightily discomposed.

"I understand from our good friend, Ramose, that you hired a room to him and Seth every week, on the third day. Is this correct?"

The man shuffled his feet as four pairs of eyes stared accusingly at him. "Yes, sir."

"And that Ramose left Seth sleeping in this room when he left it, the...last time they used it?"

The man shrugged. "I do not know, sir, whether Seth was asleep there, or not. I saw Ramose leave, but I did not see Seth again, alive that is."

The anger radiating off Lij was a tangible thing. Aapet was very glad that he was not standing before this towering passion, to be judged of any crime.

"Let me get this clear. You saw them both come in..." the man nodded, "...and you saw Ramose leave. When did you next see Seth?"

The man sniffed, and Dom longed to slap his face. "Dead, beside your bed, sir," said the innkeeper, almost insolently.

"And there was no sign in the room that they had occupied, that murder had been committed there?"

"No, sir!" the man said, at once, almost too quickly. "There were fresh sheets put on the bed, and it was all clean. I checked it myself, after..."

His voice tailed away, for he had never encountered anyone who exuded authority like the man before him.

"You," said Lij, almost spitting the word, "stay here, if you value your life. Ramose, conduct us to this chamber!"

The room was on the ground floor, near the back. It was a medium sized room, containing a large bed and a table and two chairs.

Lij could see Ramose tremble, so he suggested that he returned to Ptolemy, and saw to it that he stayed where he was. When he had gone, Lij looked about him carefully. Everything was very clean.

"Too clean," Aapet mused, kneeling, and looking under the bed. "Not a speck of dirt anywhere."

"I smell strong soap," Dom remarked. His sense of smell was very acute.

"He missed a bit," said Aapet, re-surfacing. "I am glad you sent Ramose away, sir." He pointed under the bed. "Near the wall. Dried blood. Quite a large amount. " Lij knelt to examine the stain. Longer than his arm, and as thick, it smeared the floor and the wall. He felt anger rise in him like a flood.

"Aapet, be good enough to fetch the man Ptolemy. Make sure Ramose stays where he is. I do not wish him to see this," Lij stared at the stain, then stood up, glowering.


"I...I..." stuttered the man, when confronted with the evidence.

"Come man!" barked Aapet. "That is not an amount of blood a man sheds when he cuts himself whilst shaving! Out with it, or I'll throw you in the cells, where you can rot, for all I care!"

"You may place him in the cells with my good will, Aapet. In fact, I command that you do so!"

Ptolemy glared at Lij, his chin in the air. "And who do you think you are, that you can command an epistates, and order a free-born man to be detained? Only the God-kings can do that - and they are not here." The man's face bore a supercilious smile that Dom longed to wipe off with his fist. He was certain that this man knew something of the murder - knew, in fact, that Seth had been slaughtered here - and he was not going to wriggle out of answering harsh questions.

Lij's voice was soft and low, but nonetheless deadly for all that. "Oh, but they are here, you disgusting worm." He took out of his scrip the Horus Seal, and, holding the figure by its head, dangled it before the man's horrified eyes. "If they are not here in person, at least they are here in authority. Aapet, remove him from my sight, he offends me!"

Dom was glad that Lij has not completely revealed himself to the man, now slumped in defeat before them. He watched Lij tuck away the seal, and breathed more easily.

Aapet leaned out of the window and shouted to a man walking down the street. "Hey, you in the blue tunic! Fetch two or three law officers immediately from the cells! I have a prisoner for them. I am Aapet, the epistates! Quick, now, man!"

The man ran off in the direction of the offices, and soon two burly men accompanied by Panshi, were trundling up the stairs.

Soon the two men were bundling Ptolemy, unprotesting, out of the room. "Stay!" commanded the epistates, as the two guards moved with him towards the door. "Say one word of what you have seen and heard in this room today, and red-hot pincers will be the least of your concerns!"

Aapet cast an appraising glance at Lij. He could see the god-king was extremely angry, yet he marvelled at the way he kept his temper in check.
Panshi stood beside his superior, not knowing what to do. Aapet patted him on the shoulder. "You and I, lad, will scour this place for evidence. For I am certain that these two good men wish to be employed at the cells. Am I not right?"

Lij's smile was genuine. "We are, indeed, about to go there. But first, Dom, I think...a cup of wine with Ramose."

***

They had not mentioned to Ramose the blood stain under the bed. Lij had told him that they suspected Ptolemy of knowing more than he revealed, and that they were going to the cells to question him. Lij had hidden his anger well, but Dom had expected no less of him. He had had many years practice of keeping his thoughts to himself.

They advised Ramose not to return to work that day. "It is very hot. Go out in a small boat, like Nat and Nakht, and take your ease. Catch a few fish." Lij smiled at a happy thought.

"Dom and I have a small place - a house, by the river - where we go to escape business, and to rest. We fish there, and I have a garden, which I tend. You need something to calm your mind. What is it you do in your leisure hours?"

Ramose grimaced. "Work, mostly." He thought about it for a moment. "It would be pleasant to ride a little way into the desert. To pick some dates off a tree, and rest under the shade of a palm at the oasis of Al-Jamir. I used to enjoy riding very much when I was a young lad."

Dom and Lij smiled at each other. "Go to the stables and take Nat's horse - mine will be too small for you," Lij said. "His, too, is my horse, in any case, so he will not mind, and we are set here another few days, that is certain. It will have ample time to rest."

As Ramose ran off to change his clothing yet again, Dom put an arm about Lij's shoulder. "Why are you so angry, a stor? What is it about this case that troubles you?"

They walked slowly towards the cells, as Lij tried to explain his feelings. "I do not know, Dom. It is just that Seth was such a pleasant little man, harmless and inoffensive. And there are people here who conspired to slay him. It seems to me that only Ramose - and the other men at the workshop, too, I suppose - cared for him. His friend, Ackon, certainly did not seem much affected by his death. It makes me angry that a man's life can be snuffed out like a candle, and men shrug their shoulders and move on without a thought. A man's life should be worth more than that."

They had reached the cells, and Dom thought that they could continue discussing the subject later on. He had rarely seen Lij in such a temper although he hid it well. There had to be more to it than he had said.

Two officers stood outside the cell, guarding the inn-keeper. The man sat on a stool, the only furniture in the room besides a straw pallet, and he looked slightly puffy around the face, as if he had been punched once or twice. The guard were taking their duties seriously.

Lij asked for two stools, and they sat outside the iron-barred door, glaring at the man seated within.

"You will tell us all you know," Dom said in a flat voice that was as uncompromising as it was firm. "If you tell us nothing you will be held here, without food or water, until you die. If we find you were complicit in this murder, you will die. If we decide that you were merely paid to...clear up the mess...well...your fate is in the lap of the gods."

Yes, it is - for we are the gods, Lij thought, as he sorted out, in his head, the order of the questions he wished to ask. Eventually he decided on a simple approach. The man was clearly terrified of them, since he had seen the Horus Seal. It held the power to order life or death to anyone who carried it, for it was the Pharaoh's personal seal of authority. When Dom had said the man would be left there to starve to death, he had meant it.

"Tell us, as my companion has demanded, all that you know of this matter, from the beginning. We will know if you lie to us. We have had many years of experience in which to observe those we interview."

The man looked at Lij, and tried to speak. His throat was dry with fear. Dom ordered beer be given him, and after he had thirstily gulped it down, began his story.

"A few weeks ago, a man, clothed and veiled in desert robes came into the inn, asking for Seth. I didn't know the man, but he seemed pleasant enough. Seth was not in the inn at the time, so I took the man to the door, and pointed out Seth to him, standing behind his stall."

"I saw the man hovering about a few times, then he vanished. I thought no more about it, until...this happened."

He took another gulp of beer. "I saw him again, on the day Seth died. Well, I didn't see him, I recognised his voice." The man shuddered.

"He was with a woman - the woman I told you about. They came into the inn, and sat in a corner. After a while, two other men joined them, and then the man went out with them, leaving the woman alone. Then he returned, alone, whispered to the woman, and left with the men."

He wiped his face with his hands. It was very hot in the confined space. Lij tried to imagine being held there for any space of time, with or without food and drink. He grimaced at the prospect. "Go on," he encouraged.

"After a while she came to me and handed me a purse. It held ten debens of gold. She told me to go to Seth's room and...clear up any mess I found there, and to say nothing, on pain of suffering a similar fate. I had no notion of what she meant until I saw the blood."

He had turned pale, now, with remembrance. "The room was covered in it, the blankets, everything. There were two sets of desert robes in a pile on the floor. I had no idea what had happened, there, but it was obvious someone had been killed. I got pails of water and cloths, and quickly sluiced the place out, and replaced the bedding. I threw the robes and the bedding into the nearest privy, and went back downstairs, trembling with fear. Whoever it was had been murdered there - and I thought it must be little Seth - I did not wish to be the next victim."

Ptolemy shuddered. It was clear he was frightened of the murderers, Dom thought, but he was more afraid of him and Lij. It would serve a goodly purpose. He was telling them all he knew.

"She was still sitting in the corner when I returned, still veiled as had been her companions. She came up to me, ordered beer, as I told you, for the merchant - you sir - in room three, told me to keep my mouth shut, and slipped out of the main door as some customers came in. Then I went upstairs with the beer, to your room, and there I saw poor Seth, and you covered in blood! I did not know you. It crossed my mind that you were too short to have been one of the three men, but I didn't know. You could have been involved in it. That is all I know, sirs. I promise you!"

The man was sweating freely, now. Dom thought he had finally realised that he was in great danger, particularly from the men seated before him.

"You said you had not seen her before," Lij probed. "Was that true?"

The man wrung his hands. "Yes, sirs, I swear it! She was not the kind of woman who frequented my place, merely to drink, as fine an inn as it is. She was a lady, a woman of means. Her gown was very fine under her desert robes. She was wearing expensive perfume, and had rings of gold and jewels on her fingers and wrists. Very fine!"

"Perfume?" Dom asked, intrigued. "What sort of perfume?"

The man shook his head. "I do not know, sir - I know nothing of scents. But I remember...I remember my wife saying she would like a bottle of it. Even a very small bottle of it."

He bent his mind to thought. Seemingly he was successful, for he managed a smile. "Attar of roses!" he said, in triumph. "That's what she said it was!"

Dom and Lij stood. Lij glared at the man. "You will stay here for the present. We will decide later what is to be done with you, but your life will be spared, if what you have told us is true. I shall tell your wife of it, and she may bring to you things to make your stay here less uncomfortable. Use the time to think well on what you have done. It is a serious offence to hide crimes from those in authority. "

"What do you think we should do with him? Dom asked as they strode out into the fresh air.

Lij smiled, but it was not a pleasant look. "Leave him there for a few days to think on his actions. He behaved ill - very ill. An innkeeper open to bribes is not to be allowed. He will lose the inn. I will not have it, Dom! Besides, I am not certain he is telling the whole truth. I think it might be that he was told to keep his mouth shut before Seth was killed - and paid a good amount to do so. It may yet mean the copper mines for him."

They strolled back to the inn, stopping for a drink on the way. Aapet and Panshi were sitting outside, under an awning, allowing the slight breeze coming in off the sea to cool them. On the table in front of them was a bag, a jug and several cups. The men stood as Dom and Lij approached.

"We have had the jug hanging in a well for quite a while, sirs. It has just been brought, and the juice is very cold," Panshi said, proudly. "I thought of it myself. It is very warm today. Would you like some?"

Dom eyed the bag as Lij poured them some juice. "What did you find?" he asked.

Aapet tipped the bag out onto the table. Not very much, by the look of it, Dom thought, but he said nothing.

Lij picked up a scrap of material, somewhat larger than his hand. It was fine blue silk, spotted with gold. A corner of it was stained with blood. "Where was this?" he asked, holding it carefully between two fingers.

"Caught under the leg of the bed. Seems whoever the woman was, she was in at the kill, damn her!" Aapet said with heat. "We found a bloodied mattress, too, buried in the ground at the back. Young Panshi noticed someone had been digging there."

Lij smiled at the lad who was beaming with pride. There was a knife on the table, but it was clean. "Panshi's eyes are sharper than mine. He spotted it tucked away in a corner. I suspect it was kicked there during the struggle. I don't suppose Ptolemy bothered much; only cleaning where he thought necessary. He was in a rush, and I can see how it would have been missed beside the chest. I understand from the girls working there that every room is scrubbed out once a week. It would have been a few more days before it was found during routine cleansing."

Dom picked up the knife. It was a nice weapon, slim, but very sharp. The sheath was made of good quality tooled leather. "Do you mind if we take this? I would like to see if the widow recognises it as Seth's."

Aapet waved it away. "Take it, my lo...er, sir. I know you will not lose it."

Panshi cast a puzzled look at his master, and Aapet could have kicked himself for allowing his guard to slip, and nearly calling Dom 'my lord'. He would be more careful in future.

"I must get back to my office, sirs. Do you need Panshi for anything? He is anxious to serve in any way that might aid you."

Lij glanced at the lad. He seemed eager to be doing something, and Lij thought it would not harm him to go with them to see Seth's widow. It was time he got more involved in the case. He was a bright lad, and might prove useful.

He carried a satchel slung over his shoulder, and Lij asked him what he carried in it. The boy bowed his head, and Dom, grinning, thought that if his skin had not been so very dark, he would have been seen to be blushing.

"Papyrus, and pen and ink," he said proudly. "My last master - before Aapet, I mean - taught me to write. It has proved a very useful talent, for, as you must know, not five in a hundred can read or write."
Panshi dipped his head again, and patted his bag fondly. "I also have two small figures of the Great Ones in there, that my mother gave me. I revere them above all other gods and men."

Dom was surprised at this, coming as it was from a young man. Young men usually had their heads filled with more exciting things than reverence for any gods. He was intrigued. "Why do you think so much of them? What have they ever done for you?"

Panshi stared at him, astonished. "They protect us, sir. They watch over us, cause the sun to rise for the crops to grow, and the water to flow, so that we may be fed. They keep the land free from invaders."

His voice grew softer as they moved on. "My father was taken as a slave from Nubia, but the Great One - it was our Little Father, Knefer-Lijedefer, Living Forever, blessed be he - my father told me, who ended this. God put out an edict that no man or woman should be enslaved within the land of Egypt. Thus we are all free to work as we will. You cannot know, sirs, what this means to us - what it is to be a slave - to be at the mercy of another man's whim. But I know, for my father has often described it. Neither of you can understand his pain."

Lij put his hand gently on the boy's shoulder. "You are wrong, Panshi. I know how it feels, having been once enslaved myself. I think that the, er...Great One did right to forbid slavery. Every man, woman and child in every country should be born and live free."

He paused for a moment, and Dom, remembering his own capture and enslavement, could see that he was thinking of Sennacherib, and Kishlan. And perhaps, too, Ede's imprisonment and torture of him, in Erin. Yes, Lij knew, only too well, how it was to be under another's thrall.

They explained to Panshi what they intended to do at Tawaret's house. "I do not know why I think it," Lij said in conclusion, "but I feel that she is somehow involved in her husband's death," Lij explained as they walked slowly along the street.

Panshi looked puzzled. "What...how did this feeling arise, sir? It seems odd that you should feel so, when there is no evidence of it."

Lij shrugged. "Several small things about her puzzle me. Why does she wear those plain robes, when, as I have discovered from others, she has an expensive collection of silk gowns that she was used to wear until Seth died?"

"Where do you find out these things, Lij? You are a wonder to me, and no mistake!" Dom was intrigued.

"I asked her maid. When we were there, last, and I pretended I needed the privy, as we left - do you remember? I saw a neat serving girl carrying a pile of clothing from the laundry, and I engaged her in innocent conversation, commenting how onerous a task it must be to look after the linens for such a large household. She told me, then, that her mistress had dozens of beautiful silk dresses, which must be gently handled. So why does she now wear that plain linen slip? Odd."

"Could it be a sign or mourning, do you think?" Panshi offered. "Perhaps in some places the women put off their finery for a while after the death of a loved one."

Lij grinned. "Very well thought of!" he laughed. "Well, we shall see! We are here, now. Let us go in and see if we can get her to let slip something which might give us a clue to her thoughts."

They were just in time to hear the steward say to his mistress that Ramose was not to be found in his workshops, and that her message to him could not be delivered.

She was standing in the vestibule, wearing a plain linen shift, as she had done when they had last visited her. "Well, make sure he is taken my message first thing tomorrow morning. How can he know of my desires for the business if he does not attend me when I send for him?"

She looked angry, and Dom, Lij and Panshi stepped out from behind the columns where they had concealed themselves, and bowed slightly to her.

"I am sorry," Dom said mendaciously, "if we come at an inopportune moment, but I am certain you will want to help us catch the perpetrator of the terrible crime against your husband. May we enter?"

She looked harassed, but shrugged her shoulders. "Of course I am anxious to see the killer caught. Any assistance I can render you will be gladly given."

She led them into the same chamber where she had received them previously.

Dom and Lij were offered seats, but Panshi stood, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. Lij glanced up at him, and shook his head slightly, and the boy immediately stopped fidgeting. Lij wondered if he had been like him when he was his age, and suppressed a grin. He had not. At Panshi's age he was married, and the God-King of Egypt, and was just about to meet the love of his life - Dom.

Without a word, Lij took out the knife and handed it to her. "Is this your late husband's knife, lady?"

She examined it very carefully for a few moments. "No, I cannot say that it is. I do not particularly recognise it, in any case. It may be. He has - had - many such knives. Where did you find it?"

She handed it back, her face a careful mask of unconcern, but the look in her eyes was sharp and calculating. Lij replaced it in his scrip before answering. "We found it - or rather Officer Panshi found it - in the room where your husband had been so foully slain."

She pressed her lips firmly together. "It may be his, then; even if I am not sure - his body-servant may know. You may speak to him shortly. I hope this means that it will make it simpler to discover the culprit. Would you care for some wine?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject and unnerving Panshi with a look that seemed to him almost fierce in its intensity.

Whilst he was stammering out his refusal, Lij signalled to Dom, and Dom spoke carefully, interrupting Panshi without ceremony.

"I would have thought, lady, that you would wish to know where that room was situated. Do you not ask because you find the subject distasteful, or is it because you already know where that room may be?"

Tawaret dropped the cup she was holding, spilling wine all over the fine Turkey carpet.

Date: 2009-07-26 02:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] laeliacatt.livejournal.com
First: beautiful picture by Richie! Second: so glad to hear that Pat is on the mend. Third: bad weather pattern, bad! Move off clouds and let that sun shine for Issi! :D

Fourth: oh, so you had an idea whodunnit before you wrote the story? That is a first! Somehow, you always manage to make your magic before it's too late but you were ahead of the game this time. :) I agree with Lij: I don't trust that innkeeper not to have held something back. Perhaps another day or two in that hot cell will make him more cooperative. I love the way Dom dropped that proverbial anvil in Tawaret's lap. Wiped that unconcerned, calculating look off her face, I'll wager. Also, she seemed all too eager to offer them wine. I wonder if she was ready to poison or taint it in some way? Obviously, the woman can't be trusted and Lij and Dom have a trap ready for her.

Fifth: I hope Officer Panshi gets a new job as a palace scribe when this is all over! Or, at least gets upped in rank as Junior Detective epistates. ;)

Date: 2009-07-28 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ismenin.livejournal.com
No, I had no idea it was going to happen. I was as shocked as Dom n Lij! But when I was writing it, I knew before part 4 who had done it, why and how! I was very pleased, cos this never happens. Although I must say I've never been left having to invent whodunit - it's nice for once not to worry about it!

And there's something nice for Panshi. Bless him. :D

Date: 2009-07-26 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tristanpaulus.livejournal.com
Oooh....did Tawaret just crack? The woman was in on it, I do believe, and it seems Dom may have trapped her ;-)

I suspect either Tawaret or Ackon's wife was the woman Ptolemy saw....or are they the same person? Ackon's wife conveniently left the room as they entered...to avoid being recognized? Perhaps Tawaret and Ackon are having an affair and plotted her husband's murder?

Date: 2009-07-28 12:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ismenin.livejournal.com
Tawaret is a tough cookie! It's quite a complicated plot, but it all smooths out in parts 10 and 11, when Lij unravels all. He is such a clever lad - I don't know how he does it - and as daft as it sounds, I mean that! :D

Date: 2009-07-26 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mews1945.livejournal.com
What a beautiful picture Richie did. Excellent job.

Well, Tawaret is involved somehow, though I'm not sure she's a murderer yet. And I certainly wouldn't want Lij angry at me the way he is at Ptolemy. Would've scared me too, to have him lay into me like that.

Date: 2009-07-28 12:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ismenin.livejournal.com
Lij angry is a sight to behold. I remember that incident in the early days of DomLij, about the photographer who was snapping them coming out of a club. Lij was furious and demanded the camera, and took out the film (yes, that long ago!) and exposed it. The photographer - a big chap - said Lij terrified him. Odd, isn't it? Perhaps he's like me, as calm as a mill pond. But when I love my temper, look out!!

Rich is a clever lad - he is. :D

Date: 2009-07-27 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] verangel.livejournal.com
Oh Ru, I read this at 5am our time. I freakin loved it. What I loved most was the new element you gave. Lij angry but intense. Dom knowing Lij was holding in, all feeling this man, small was no longer small but INTENSE. I felt it, loved it, loved that he dug deeper and never gave in. I loved that Dom picked up on it and more was uncovered. I was glad to know that evidence was left in the room. There is still a part of me that is disturbed that Ramose left the room and his lover sleeping. I guess it could be how they did this, but as lovers, I would think Ramose would hold him through his sleep. It is so disturbing.
The woman...Oh, I am not sure if it was actually Tawaret there, but it seems so and she is surely involved heavily. There is a disceptive weave and sometimes it is as obvious, because that is human nature, as it is confusing. You do such a great job every week of weaving a mystery and giving passion. There may not have been sex this week for Dom and Lij, but there was still passion. It was in keeping watch over Egypt and finding ugliness.
Panshi made my heart so happy. Seeing the two great Gods and their good works through these young eyes, while the Gods are right before him and he doesn't know it, is bliss. It warms me because they get to hear how they are loved and respected. It is a deserving tribute to them in that one small moment.
hugs you Ru...I love this so much xooxox v

Date: 2009-07-28 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ismenin.livejournal.com
Panshi is a cutie. And he does get hius reward in the end. He has to. Apart from the guilty, of course, I like happy endings as you kniow!

My bois love each other so deeply and intensely I can almost feel it, too. How wonderful to love - and be loved - like that. Huggles. :D xxx

Date: 2009-07-28 03:57 am (UTC)
msilverstar: (dom-elijah hug rotkla)
From: [personal profile] msilverstar
I find myself beguiled by this fic, you have a knack and a talent for writing sweet relationships.

Date: 2009-07-28 12:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ismenin.livejournal.com
Thank you! They do love each other - they still love each other after over twenty years together. I like that! ;D

Date: 2009-07-30 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/tweedle_/
That is a wonderful picture. Lij looks so regal. :)

I do like an angry fiesty Lij. :) I love seeing what his life might of been like; his perception of hisself as well as others perception of him. Truly believing that the sun won't rise without you is a huge burden.

Panshi is a sweetie. Is he modeled on anyone we'd know?

And what will Tawaret's answer be, I wonder? Bet she's thinking fast! :D XXOO

Date: 2009-07-30 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ismenin.livejournal.com
He does believe that! Bless him. How he thinks it managed it when he was too ill to say the prayer I haven't a clue. ;D

Panshi is a black Orlando. Always has been. Younger, of course - about seventeen. I should really put up a list of DP to remind folks who everyone is. Thanks for the heads-up! xxxx

Date: 2009-07-30 07:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/tweedle_/
How he thinks it managed it when he was too ill to say the prayer I haven't a clue. ;D

Men! *shakes head* lol!

Date: 2009-08-04 05:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] janejanejane.livejournal.com
I do like Rich's pic of Knefer-Lijedefer :-)

Interesting chapter, thanks dearest Issi, I've just caught up with this one...

Seems Tawaret is involved in her husband's murder as I suspected, but I don't think that's all there is to it, knowing you ;-)

Thanks for this; will get to the next part asap :-)
*huggles*

Date: 2009-08-17 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] primula-baggins.livejournal.com
It seems clear that Tawaret is involved somehow, but I'm wondering if it's almost TOO clear. :)

Another gripping chapter!

I like how you referred back to the earlier stories here.

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